❝THE TIME FLIES AND WE'RE FLOWING FREE!❞
[hayato k. x f!reader] two eleven-year-olds with a crucial role manage to get dragged into a serial killer drama within their golden-hearted town.
━CROSS-POSTED ON QUOTEV AND AO3
━JJBA PART 4 SPOILERS
━COVER...
❝(IT'S JUST A MORNING PASSING BY) AND RELUCTANTLY I'M SMILING!❞
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IT WAS THE END OF THE DAY. The two kids were assigned to clean this classroom, and their classmates were somewhere else, doing the same thing. It was a tradition in Japan for students to get involved with cleaning rooms after school ends—even a 17th-century philosophy stated that a clear mind comes from a tidy environment. Students spent fifteen-ish minutes cleaning the classroom, and janitorial staff took care of the rest. It was also a way for children to express gratitude to people and objects that enable learning, such as teachers and the school building.
Hayato was so used to this tradition that he didn't give much thought to it.
Others believed that if students are responsible for their mess, they are less likely to do it again in the future, and they will gain respect for their surroundings. Then again, they sometimes gave vacuums for children to use, didn't they? As if that wouldn't enable chaotic children. Either way, time spent after school proved to be an efficient bonding opportunity for many young students. Students of all ages would help each other out; the older students would act as mentors while the younger students would find a role model.
So here he was, in a classroom with [Name] [Surname], sweeping the floors.
"Hayato."
The boy froze, gripping the handle of his broom. He turned to face [Name] with puzzlement swirling in his eyes, looking at her for an answer. His classmate was wiping the desks with her given cloth, erasing all the pencil marks left behind. Then, his eyes darted left and right, almost as if he was searching for someone else in the room. She wasn't speaking to him, was she? For as long as he's known her—as classmates—she would never actively call out to him. Wasn't she known for being quiet and keeping to herself? What's with the sudden out-of-character action?
"Are— Are you referring to me?" He asked, pointing to himself. Hayato wanted to curl up and die from the embarrassment he felt, ashamed that he even asked the question. Duh, of course, she was talking to him! There was no one else here.
She nodded, eyes downcast at the floor.
"Is there something you want?"
[Name] nodded again, saying, "...Do you believe in ghosts or the supernatural?"
Huh?
Now, the confusion settled in. Ghosts? The supernatural? For some bizarre reason, a feeling of déjà vu ebbed at his skin. It felt like they've already spoken about this topic, yet this scenario never transpired before. Something prodded at his mind, attempting to reawaken buried memories in the back of his brain. However, eventually, he responded with the shaking of his head. "No, not really. These rumors and higher deities are all just concepts people made, right? Most of them tend to be old wives' tales that teach children to behave. But, I'm willing to change my mind if proven otherwise."
